Excuses! Excuses!

Finally, after much procrastination, I’m doing this. I’m putting my thoughts, not to paper, but to a Word document. Colleagues have been urging me to write something for a while, and I’ve been promising myself I’d do so for much longer. Over recent weeks I’ve even got so far as to writing the subject line each day of what I’d write about that day if only time permitted – but then there are things to be done, like housework, bills, email, keeping abreast of news, cooking and the various other mundane tasks of everyday life. I have to work, which most days means getting on the road early to do a 9 to 5 in an office in another part of the country. Even when I’m working from home there’s a constant stream of emails and calls to attend to. When all this is done, my wife arrives home, wanting to chat, spend time together and drag me out from behind a computer screen to socialise: oh, the inconvenience! Those are my feeble excuses anyway.

Isn’t this always the way though. Ordinary working people, especially those raising families, struggle to find the time to devote to activism, even if we have the inclination. We’re too busy getting on with life and having a life. It’s no wonder so many people only have time for activism once they have retired!

Politics is left to the privileged, the professionals and the political animals. The result is that the voices of the majority are rarely heard. I sometimes generalise that society is split into 3 classes: Those at the top who have an influence in deciding how everyone else’s money is spent (and how much they have to contribute); those at the bottom who, deservingly or otherwise, look to be supported by public spending; and those in the middle, the mass of working people who keep the economy going, have to and are willing to play by the rules and to whom the government looks to provide the lion’s share of tax revenue on whom the other two classes depend.

Yet we seem to be the least represented of the lot. Of our two biggest political parties, one appears to use government to further the self-interest of a privileged elite. The other seems to me to be a part of the same privileged elite which, in an attempt to assuage its guilt, takes money from the working majority and hands it to the underclass (deserving or otherwise). No one at the heart of the system seems to be gunning for the interests of the working majority – except perhaps UKIP, if we can get them into the heart of the system and keep them honest!

There’s a book which claims the CIA used drugs to distract students and blacks in the 1960s away from activism. Was it really that simple? Keeping the masses fully occupied with other things is certainly a good way to discourage activism. I’ve always regarded the widespread obsessions with sport, TV and celebrity, strenuously promoted as they are by the media, as opiates of masses. Today we have the internet and social media to further occupy us, dumb us down, distract and reduce our attention span. Interestingly, it was only once the internet came along that I found myself being desperately short of time. I used to do something else with all those hours a day I now spend sat behind a computer screen …

There is hope though. The majority occasionally makes itself heard – often by surprising the Establishment at the ballot box. Ordinary people’s opinions are so silenced now by the clamour of politically correct self-righteousness that the media and Establishment seem to have come to believe their own propaganda, only to find themselves getting caught out by reality – for example when Ed Miliband loses the election or Americans flock to Donald Trump rather than being repelled by him.

So … let’s give the establishment a nasty surprise at the upcoming EU referendum. We live in exciting times. The sleeping giant which is the majority of the British people looks like it’s awakening. Let’s give it a nudge. Let ordinary people make their opinions heard and bring about change. This could be the start of turning around politics to bring sovereignty back to Britain and power back to the ordinary British people.

And I’ll promise to stop making excuses and to do more writing and campaigning!

About The Author

Part of the London diaspora, Comrade K. now lives in exile in Cardiff, where he is active in his local UKIP branch. He has come a circuitous political route from enjoying winding-up leftists at school, but then, because he thought the ‘60s seemed really cool even though he wasn’t there, indulging revolutionary socialist fantasies during his student years, even going so extreme as becoming a Labour party activist for several years. K. however eventually came round to sense and, despite being seduced by some green philosophies which he still hasn’t entirely repudiated, realised that free-thinking, intelligence and individuality is something entirely different to mindlessly repeating what all his trendy friends and celebrity icons told him … plus he found that going along with feminism didn’t get him girlfriends after all.